Nannie's Butterscotch Pies

Childhood favorite of mine. My grandmother would make whole pies during the holidays just for me to take home.

Ingredients

2 cups brown sugar

1 cup white sugar

3 1/2 cups sweet milk

9 tablespoons flour

6 eggs (2 for filling; 4 whites on top)

butter size of egg for each pie

vanilla flavoring

Mix brown & white sugar and flour together. Beat eggs until lemon colored. Gradually mix in dry mix . Add milk and butter cut in small pieces. Cook in double boiler until thick enough to stand up. Remove from fire and add flavoring. Pour in cooked pie shell. Use 4 egg whites for meringue. 

Hunt for Bow Strings (with No Help from Man)

 A couple of months ago our new cat chewed the string apart on my son's bow and arrow. The bow was a Christmas gift almost two years old, but used quite often. Being it was his first bow it was fairly cheap($60). Well as the tears begin to fall from my lil guy's face, I take to Amazon.com to find replacement strings. It's just strings, how hard can this be? I did manage to find one style but wasn't the one I needed. The price, 6.95. With chewed strings in hand I make a trip to Academy Sports. No strings to be found. The gentleman was nice enough to refer me to Wiley's which was on my way out of town. 

Upon walking into the store, I see the bow section in the back. I stand at the counter for over 5 minutes while the man behind the counter proceeds to ignore me. Another man walks up whom he quickly acknowledges. I'm already running late and now I'm getting angry. I butt into the conversation (after all I have been standing there getting ignored for almost 10 minutes). The worker tells me that they do not have strings. I need to bring the bow in and have him professionally string it himself. Bear in mind, the bow only cost $60 at the most to begin with now he wants me to pay him to professionally string the cheap thing....No Thank You. 

The following week I see a bow just like the one with the missing string on sale at Sports Authority. I make a trip in and they are all sold out. Thankfully I run into my friends husband who works there. He tells me to go to Dicks and ask for this gentleman he knows. I go to Dicks and once again in a dept full of men I'm totally ignored. I find a different bow I decide to purchase. I get home and it is too hard for my son to use. 

I decide to once again resort to the internet. I type in the name of our bow and finally find ONE website that has what appears to be the same. As I'm about to purchase the bow I see there  a link for replacement strings. They were 6.95. I ordered them. Fearing that I would have to have the bow pressed like the man in Wileys, the man in Sports Authority and my step brother kept telling me, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to fix the bow. A week later the strings arrive. I pull them out of the package and place one loop on one end and a loop on the other and TAA DAAA a fixed bow. Yes it was that simple. Every man I spoke with kept telling me that it was a complicated procedure even after I told them it was just a cheap bow not used for hunting.

Bottom line is they would not listen to what I was saying. I just wanted strings to put in a bow so my son could shoot it in the backyard. I didn't want it so tight he couldn't pull it back. I wanted it just like it was before. For 6.95 and an internet order, I finally succeeded.

The Schnitzel Experiment

I am a woman. I have hundreds of recipes on Pinterest. I watch foodie shows and know the names of the major Chefs. Therefore, I can cook....right???  Such was my mindset until this morning when I realized all is not as it seems. 

Two days ago I was in bed watching some food show. A guy was showing how to make schnitzel. That is when I realized how simple it would be for me. After all, it is only a banged up fried pork chop. Just for back up I went to google for a step by step recipe. Foolproof. Right???  

Today was the day. I decided to cook lunch for my older son and myself since we would be at the fair this evening. I found that the pounding of the pork chop was actually very therapeutic. As I was pounding I sent my oldest to the store. Bless him of little faith, he chose to have a Sonic burger instead of my wonderfully thought out lunch...Anywho, back to the task at hand. I didn't have any panko on hand but I did have bread crumbs. I pounded the chops, dredged them, and plopped them into a pan on med high heat per instructions. Almost immediately the bread crumbs turned black. That wasn't suppose to happen. I turn the heat down and continue to attempt frying the thinly pieces of pork. In the back of my head all I can think of is food poisoning if I don't cook pork properly. If I cook them any longer my pan will ignite. Even as I decrease the heat the chops continue to turn black. I go back to Pinterest to double check recipe. I did everything as told. Maybe it would taste better than it looks. Now it is time to start the sauce. I have already decided that there is no deglazing a burned pan so I resort to a sauce pan. All is required is chicken stock, sour cream with dill and do not boil. I mix the sour cream in and it doesn't dissolve. I have lumps everywhere. By this time I feel like a complete failure.  I still have stock and sour cream left so why not check out deglazing the pan. Well as soon as the stock hits the pan it smells wonderful. The only unappealing effect was the big black dots floating. 

The moral of the story is stick to good ole southern cooking like grandma taught. 

This is what it should look like

This is what mine looked like.